The Darkest Night Poem by Gareth Simpson

i was sitting in the living room waiting on the phone
waiting for that phone call, waiting on my own
but she never rung me it was was all so hard to see
what was happening right in front of me
sometimes the most obvious things we are to blind to see
but if it helps you were just a manifestation of my promiscuity
So dont spare a thought for me or my struggles
you were just a ripple in my shallow puddles

but where my train is bound only god will know
where its destination depends on where i go
The people have there opinions on me and things i 'chose'
like they would have a clue, they cant tell a thorn from rose
none of them, but i can, i always knew
it was just what lifes journey had to put me through
theres been times along the way i was just to low to stand
ive lost teeth, money, jobs, body and beautey but my soul is still in hand

life begins at 40, well im convinced it does for me
from these chains and shackles finally ill be free
but your approval is not what im searching for
im not searching for your approval anymore
ill be looking after me, looking after number 1
I'll be going to places that are always lots of fun
ill be riding in the sunshine, riding in the light
and ill be counting all my blessings far from the darkest night